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Chapter 52

The meal took a long time. Halfway through, someone knocked on the door and brought delicious chicken soup. Bai Fengyao paid for it and asked the canteen staff to make it for Meng Wanqiu to replenish her body.

Meng Wanqiu did not refuse the elders' kindness, but divided the chicken soup into three portions because she could not eat so much by herself. She noticed that Bai Fengyao was not in good health. He had suffered so much when he was young, and his body had long been left with hidden dangers.

The reunion was joyful. The master and apprentice even drank wine. Bai Fengyao drank a little too much, but Pei Xingzhi was restrained and just accompanied his master.

Meng Wanqiu had been accompanying them all the time. Seeing that the dishes on the table were gone, she went out to ask the master to add some side dishes, of course, she also had to pay for the tickets.

When the two left Qinghe Village, they exchanged all the grain coupons for national grain coupons.

Later, Bai Fengyao got drunk, and Pei Xingzhi carried the master back. Bai Fengyao's home was in the family building, and he lived alone in a three-bedroom and one-living room, which was empty inside.

Pei Xingzhi carried Bai Fengyao to the bedroom, and Meng Wanqiu found a cup outside, filled it with water and placed it at the bedside, so that if the other party got up at night to drink water, he could reach it with his hand.

After settling Bai Fengyao, the couple left.

After returning to the new home and putting the dishes in the kitchen, Pei Xingzhi followed Meng Wanqiu all the time, holding the corner of her clothes like a child.

Meng Wanqiu was unable to move because he was holding her, so she pushed Pei Xingzhi to sit on a stool in the yard and prepared to fetch water to wash up. As a result, as soon as she turned around, her clothes were held by Pei Xingzhi again, not letting her leave.

"Let go quickly, like a child, I'll go to the house to get a basin for you to wash your face." Meng Wanqiu carried Pei Xingzhi on her back and reached behind her to pull Pei Xingzhi's hand away.

But Pei Xingzhi still didn't let go. Meng Wanqiu turned around helplessly and saw that the pair of phoenix eyes on Pei Xingzhi's handsome face, which fell into the stars and were unusually shining, were all her reflections.

Meng Wanqiu curled her lips, her eyes softened, she held Pei Xingzhi's cheeks, lowered her head and kissed his thin lips.

"I'll be back soon, dear, let go."

This kiss was too fast, Pei Xingzhi was a little dissatisfied, but he still let go of Meng Wanqiu.

Meng Wanqiu smiled and kissed his forehead again, which made Pei Xingzhi's eyes crooked.

Meng Wanqiu came out of the house quickly. Now the weather was not cold, it was okay to wash with cold water directly. After getting the water, she took it directly to the table and wet the towel and squeezed it dry.

After shaking it open, Meng Wanqiu handed the towel to Pei Xingzhi and let him wipe it himself. Meng Wanqiu had other things to do.

Unexpectedly, Pei Xingzhi not only refused, but also leaned back, his eyes full of rejection, and said coquettishly: "Wanwan, help me."

He actually spoke in a baby voice, Meng Wanqiu widened her eyes, she didn't expect Pei Xingzhi to be like this when he was drunk.

But Meng Wanqiu's heart was itching, what should she do if she was a little moved.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you, come closer, really."

Meng Wanqiu smiled, as if she couldn't do anything to him, but the action of wiping his face was so gentle.

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